Ho, ho, hoe
Its been a pretty good day. I got a bitchin sweater, some much needed turtlenecks, good books, and a good lot of Dvd's and Cd's. Everyone likes what I got them too.
I still don't know how I feel about my mustache. I like it but don't. I think I'll keep it around for another week to see how much grows in.
My insane aunt called today to talk to my mom. Looks like my baffoon cousin got his mormon girlfriend pregnant. My aunt had to pay for the abortion. I'm still indifferent about that. On one hand the spawn of my dumbass cousin wont be running around, but on the other hand it is an easy way out and I want my cousin to suffer. It would have been the responsible thing too. The girl is nice too, but she's a tool; unprotected sex and an abortion. Tsk, tsk. She won't be getting into mormon heaven...
Mom is drunk. This is funny and I cannot describe it well enough. Too bad you cannot see it.
Survivorman is a boob.
I saw Mr. Brooks the other night. That's a really good film...kinda gives me hope that Hollywood isn't all washed up yet. I also want to marry Danielle Panabaker now.
I don't like watching myself on film..It's still awkward and I'm always doing something embarassing. No wonder people stay away from me.
On an opposite note, Janice may come and visit me in the beginning of March. It's exciting to know I have at least one friend willing to visit my ass.
I don't think I'll be able to write my original idea for the 20 pager. I believe that idea can go well beyond 20 double spaced pages and trying to cram it into 20 pages will not be doing it justice. So now it's back to the drawing bored.
Last night I began constructing my "networking" MySpace profile.
I will make an effort to smile more next year.
There was a movie I wanted to add to my Netflix list but I cannot remember it.
I'm way too tired for 8:30
I think we're going out tomorrow and doing something.
I still don't know how I feel about my mustache. I like it but don't. I think I'll keep it around for another week to see how much grows in.
My insane aunt called today to talk to my mom. Looks like my baffoon cousin got his mormon girlfriend pregnant. My aunt had to pay for the abortion. I'm still indifferent about that. On one hand the spawn of my dumbass cousin wont be running around, but on the other hand it is an easy way out and I want my cousin to suffer. It would have been the responsible thing too. The girl is nice too, but she's a tool; unprotected sex and an abortion. Tsk, tsk. She won't be getting into mormon heaven...
Mom is drunk. This is funny and I cannot describe it well enough. Too bad you cannot see it.
Survivorman is a boob.
I saw Mr. Brooks the other night. That's a really good film...kinda gives me hope that Hollywood isn't all washed up yet. I also want to marry Danielle Panabaker now.
I don't like watching myself on film..It's still awkward and I'm always doing something embarassing. No wonder people stay away from me.
On an opposite note, Janice may come and visit me in the beginning of March. It's exciting to know I have at least one friend willing to visit my ass.
I don't think I'll be able to write my original idea for the 20 pager. I believe that idea can go well beyond 20 double spaced pages and trying to cram it into 20 pages will not be doing it justice. So now it's back to the drawing bored.
Last night I began constructing my "networking" MySpace profile.
I will make an effort to smile more next year.
There was a movie I wanted to add to my Netflix list but I cannot remember it.
I'm way too tired for 8:30
I think we're going out tomorrow and doing something.